When It's Sleepy Time Down South (Armstrong Louis)

Ah, the pale moon's shining the fields below Dark is crooning songs soft and low You needn't tell me, boy, because I know It's sleepy time down south And soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees Folks down there live a life of ease When old mammy falls upon her knees It's sleepy time down south Oh, steamboats on the river a coming, a going Splashing the night away You hear those banjos ringing, the dark is singing They dance till the break of day Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Takes me back to the gallent John Oh, how I'd love to hold her in my arms When it's sleepy time way down, down south